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Midnight lullaby
As the knife drops from your hand and the blood trickles to the floor. We think of our life as the moments pass us by. It's so late and you can not sleep so you draw the lines in your skin just to feel whole again. It is now midnight and your almost dead you hope that your death does not cause to much dread. In this midnight lullaby
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